All that said, I want my clients to catch fish more than anything. There’s a certain buzz to teaching someone a technique and seeing them get it. And then there is the heroin of helping someone catch a fish- especially a large or challenging fish, or their first fish. It feels better catching them yourself. It’s seeing a concert live instead of watching it on YouTube- kind of an oxymoron when you think about it.
Last night, we had a pretty large storm system moving in. The weather man said it would hit us around 11pm, but the first lightning bolt struck around 10:20pm, just after the first few hex spinners came drifting down the river and we were set up on two quality fish- one just upstream of the stern, one just down from the bow. Based on the sound and appearance of their riseforms, I’d guess both were in the 18”-22” range.
One of the guys in the boat was a catholic priest, and I pondered whether or not that might justify going after these two pigs rising more and more frequently. No way god would strike down one of his guys, but I’m non-religious and checked the radar on my phone. A growing patch of red and orange was coming right at us, so I made the call to row them out, leaving two actively feeding fish behind. At the end of the day, I know it was the right call, getting struck by lightning would suck ass, but man did I want them to catch those fish.
God has a sense of humor, perhaps, as the second the boat hit the ramp at the takeout, a huge, ominous storm pretty much evaporated into thin air before I had the boat on the trailer. Not that I’ve been doing this for twenty years or anything, but that was the first time I had clients get out of the water without fish stink on their hands. Honestly, its eating me up. The silver lining is they’re in the boat again tonight and have another opportunity to put some fish in the boat.